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Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.
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Haruki Murakami |
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That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
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Haruki Murakami |
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two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes
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Haruki Murakami |
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No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.
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Haruki Murakami |
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A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Chance encounters are what keep us going.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
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toru-watanabe
norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can't buy.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I really like you, Midori. A lot." "How much is a lot?" "Like a spring bear," I said. "A spring bear?" Midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A spring bear." "You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, "Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in eac..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
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Haruki Murakami |
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So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly,..
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Haruki Murakami |
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No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark
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Haruki Murakami |
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What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to ano..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
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relationships
memory
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Haruki Murakami |
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Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.
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Haruki Murakami |
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You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thi..
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memory
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Haruki Murakami |
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It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.
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words
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Haruki Murakami |
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So the fact that I'm me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
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independence
hurt
uniqueness
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Haruki Murakami |
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I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What makes us the most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal."
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norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me
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pain
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Haruki Murakami |
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I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.
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Haruki Murakami |
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It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim,..
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memories
letting-go
life-lessons
life
love
not-letting-go
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Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.
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inspirational
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Haruki Murakami |
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When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.
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life
turbulence
storm
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Haruki Murakami |
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I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it's a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
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metaphor
silence
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Haruki Murakami |
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I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
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Haruki Murakami |
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What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
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seeking
searching
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Haruki Murakami |
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You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.
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Haruki Murakami |
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You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Find me now. Before someone else does.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you can't understand it without an explanation, you can't understand it with an explanation.
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understanding
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Haruki Murakami |
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I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I've had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listeni..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
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sex
relationships
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it.
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religion
god
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Haruki Murakami |
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93c7949
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Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.
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life
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Haruki Murakami |